I want the respect that I had when I was doing great movies. And if that takes not going out to a club at night, then so be it. It’s not fun anyway. I don’t care. It’s the same thing every time.” – Vanity Fair.
Once again I find myself in the position of wanting to call Lindsay Lohan out on her bullshit because here she is at Marmont last night which is at least her third time since getting out of rehab exactly seven days ago. Except it turns out she just learned her own father is attempting to sell her diary for a profit and I’m back to being amazed she isn’t mowing down innocent pedestrians to make the voices stop. Though not for a lack of trying. (Everyone get a look at her Maserati? Good. You fucking run when you see it. And I’m talking straight into a building. Sidewalks and playgrounds mean nothing to her.)